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Winter's Journey Forward the caravan steadily marches, Into the colorful painted night sky. We are warm away from winter's breath, Underneath Grandma's knitted blankets, Snuggled closely in the dimly-lit wagon.Winter's Journey
We are wandering across the wilderness; Anxiously we await what unknown lies before us, Yet we enjoy the moment while we can, Of the serenity among our presence.
The lunar orb shines bleakly, Mixing rich yellows and golds, Into the infinite dark universe... Shining just enough light on the mountains beyond. Perhaps it is not jus
by ~Samurai-squirrel
The Hero Smouldering steamy sword Slicing swiftly through the air Singing songs of death-- Melodies of despair... An evil swordman practices in a lair GuarThe Hero
by ~Samurai-squirrel
The One Who Revived...The One Who Revived the Dying GroundThe One Who Revived...
The earth was so tired and dry. You could hear its cries in the night wishing for purification. Why did no purification come? Had the soil beneath everyone’s feet done a terrible feat? Did the plants really deserve to perish without a second's thought? Little did we know,
That one would bring about the purification dying ground…
The ‘purifier’ was known as Raqu. In the Ancient language, it means 'one to bring about new life‘. His name became an absolute truth... A truth that would save the ground--the desperate land tha
by ~Samurai-squirrel
Walking to HeavenBlood trickled down her freshly smacked nose. She had cried so many times, she wanted no more tears to come, For fear she was run out.Walking to Heaven
Her mother was passed out on the sofa,
With a lit cigarette in hand. For fear of fire, The seven-year-old girl took some water and drowned out that flame of hate.
She went to that bathroom; The brown-used-to-be-white carpet was soaked in stale urine. Mommy couldn't control her bladder because of the way she drunk. Mouse terds were scattered about around the used tampons and toilet paper, To add miserable brown to tha
by ~Samurai-squirrel
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- Current Residence: Where Only Dreamers Dare To Tread
- Interests: Eating, sleeping, playing video games, conversing on the internet, writing, singing, music
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko
- Favourite band or musician: Etro Anime, Patrick Wolf, Gary Jules, Nobuo Uematsu, Koichi Sugiyama
- Favourite genre of music: Classical, Rock, J-pop, Anything Under the Sun
- Favourite poet or writer: Richard Adams
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player
- Wallpaper of choice: FF III with Luneth and her chocobo! SO CUTE!
- Favourite game: Dragon Quest VIII, Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, & FF IV, VI, & X, Digital Devil Saga
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2, Nintendo DS, Gameboy Advance, & Gamecube
- Favourite cartoon character: Elissis (Eden's Bowy), Maromi (Paranoia Agent)
- Personal Quote: "Dumb people are blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are..." -Patrick Star
- Tools of the Trade: Computer, Mr. Keyboard, and my faithful muse!
- Email: z1988@yahoo.com
- MSN: samurai_squirrel_07@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: samurai_squirrel_07@yahoo.com
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Man, writers get hardly any love around here, eh? D:
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The air is musty, tired, OLD, it smells of lost dreams and rotten fabric...
Can't believe no one has welcomed you yet!
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The air is musty, tired, OLD, it smells of lost dreams and rotten fabric...
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